stjorthotic Chapter 612 Yang Jian: Master, Saint, are you the strongest?
Chapter 612 Yang Jian: Master, Saint, are you the strongest?
"hateful."
"I've been tricked!"
Jieyin sighed, "Junior brother, the true purple aura is still within the Three Pure Ones Formation."
Zhunti looked at the Zhuxian Sword Formation, his eyes filled with uncertain emotions.
"If we don't act now, we'll really miss our chance."
The guide frowned.
"The Immortal Slaughtering Formation..."
Zhunti gritted his teeth and said, "There's no need to break the formation."
"Just a moment of disruption."
"Once the purple aura breaks free of the sword formation, everyone will have to rely on their own abilities."
After a moment of silence, he finally nodded.
The rise of the West is an obsession they cannot let go of.
With the Primordial Purple Qi before us, even if it's risky, it's worth a try.
Di Jun also realized the intentions of the two Western Saints.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he transmitted his voice to Donghuang Taiyi: "Prepare."
A cold smile appeared on Donghuang Taiyi's lips.
"It should have been done long ago."
He held the Chaos Bell in his palm, and the sun, moon, and stars appeared on its surface.
Seeing the unusual movements of the demon race, the powerful members of the witch clan also began to gather their strength.
"The demon race is about to make a move."
"Then we can't just sit idly by."
"Who cares who gets the purple aura, let's beat up the demon race first!"
The Wu tribe's thinking has always been direct.
If you demons want to steal it, then I'll fight you.
We can put the purple aura aside for now.
The fist must fall first.
Thus, the already extremely tense situation finally erupted.
Zhunti made the first move.
The Seven Treasures Tree unleashed countless rays of Buddhist light, sweeping towards a corner of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
At the same time, Jieyin summoned the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, its golden light spreading out in an attempt to block the backlash of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, my apologies!"
Despite saying he was being disrespectful, Zhunti's hands moved swiftly.
Tongtian's gaze instantly turned icy.
"Chunti."
"You really don't learn your lesson."
The sword energy of the Immortal Executioner surged and slashed directly at the Seven Treasures Tree.
boom!
The Buddha's light clashed with the sword energy, shattering the sky.
Zhunti let out a muffled groan, his body trembling slightly.
At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi activated the Chaos Bell.
Boom!
The bell tolled throughout the heavens and earth.
Time Freeze
He looked calmly at the Three Pure Ones suppressing the heroes in the water mirror.
Yang Jian, however, was deeply moved.
"The Three Pure Ones are incredibly powerful."
Niu Ben smiled faintly.
"If the Three Pure Ones were of one mind, few in the primordial world could rival them."
Yang Jian couldn't help but look at Niu Ben.
"Even Master can't defeat him?"
Niu Ben glanced at him.
"Your question is a bit provocative."
Yang Jian's expression stiffened, and he quickly lowered his head: "This disciple dares not."
Niu Ben smiled.
"But if it really comes to a fight, that's another story."
Yang Jian was startled.
That's a very understated statement.
Yet his confidence was almost undisguised.
The first sage of the primordial era.
It was definitely not just empty talk.
At that moment, the light of destiny from the ancestral land of humanity was finally no longer hidden.
A vast aura of humanity rose from the ancestral land.
The three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, joined forces to invigorate the human race's destiny.
In countless human tribes, the power of incense offerings, the inheritance of traditions, and the spirit of civilization converge into a vast pillar of light.
This beam of light does not forcefully fight.
Yet it shines directly upon the primordial purple aura.
boom!
The primordial purple energy suddenly trembled.
This time, it wasn't trying to escape the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Instead, it deliberately shifted slightly in the direction of the human race's destiny.
All the sages were astonished.
Haotian exclaimed in disbelief, "Humans?"
Zhunti's expression changed drastically.
"How could that be?"
A cold glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes.
"Humans have also entered the fray."
The powerful member of the Wu Clan was slightly taken aback.
Their relationship with the human race was complicated, but they never expected that the human race would dare to compete for the Primordial Purple Qi.
Tongtian looked at the deflected purple aura and suddenly smiled.
"it is good."
"I see."
The expression on the face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was subtle.
The Supreme Being looked towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains and said calmly, "Niu'er, aren't you coming out?"
The sound wasn't loud.
Yet it pierced through the endless void.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Upon hearing the Supreme Lord's voice, Niu Ben slowly rose to his feet.
Yang Jian's expression hardened.
"Master?"
Niu Ben stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the purple battlefield.
"The game has reached this point."
"It's time to go and see my fellow martial uncles."
The words fell.
Niu Ben took a step forward.
His figure vanished instantly into the Ten Thousand Mountains.
On the battlefield of purple qi, the void silently cracked open.
Niu Ben, dressed in a black robe, finally appeared before the saints.
There was no radiance emanating from his body.
But the moment he appeared, the chaotic battlefield seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and suddenly became quiet.
Zhunti's pupils contracted.
Haotian's heart sank.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked at the same time.
The powerful members of the Wu Clan also stopped in their tracks.
The three Pure Ones each had a different expression.
Tongtian laughed and said, "You little rascal, you've finally decided to come."
Niu Ben smiled faintly.
"Greetings, Master. Greetings, my two Uncle-Masters."
The Supreme Lord nodded slightly.
Yuanshi looked at him and asked, "Did you bring about the destiny of the human race?"
Niu Ben did not deny it.
"Since the human race is the protagonist of the future of the primordial world, it is naturally qualified to compete for the Holy Opportunity."
These words were spoken.
The entire audience was once again in an uproar.
Zhunti's face darkened as he said, "Fellow Daoist Niu Ben, do you mean to seize this Primordial Purple Qi for the human race?"
Niu Ben turned to look at Zhunti.
His expression was calm.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Zhunti's heart skipped a beat.
That familiar feeling is back.
The last time Niu Ben was just as calm.
Then the two Western Saints were completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.
Tongtian burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"Zhunti, if you have any objections, you can speak them out."
"My Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is still in place."
"Niu Ben is here too."
"Let's settle our accounts today."
Zhunti's face immediately turned extremely ugly.
Sanqing plus Niuben?
How can this be calculated?
Does it count as taking a head?
Haotian remained silent.
Neither the demon race nor the witch race dared to act rashly.
The Three Pure Ones had already suppressed all the heroes.
Now that Niu Ben has appeared, the situation has completely shifted.
Niu Ben looked at the Primordial Purple Qi.
The purple aura still trembled within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, echoing the fortune of the human race.
He raised his hand, and a wisp of primordial magic power appeared at his fingertips.
Since we can't win the argument anyway.
"Let it choose for itself."
The words fell.
Niu Ben pointed a finger at the primordial purple aura.
The remaining mark deep within the purple aura seemed to sense a threat and suddenly erupted with dazzling light.
Niu Ben's eyes remained calm.
"It's been hidden long enough."
"Come out." (Still)
The operation of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation experienced a barely perceptible stagnation for a moment.
Emperor Jun seized the opportunity, and the Hetu and Luoshu transformed into a boundless star map, sweeping towards the primordial purple aura.
The powerful member of the Witch Clan roared in anger.
"Demon race, don't even think about it!"
Several powerful figures from the Witch Clan simultaneously unleashed their fists, their terrifying blood energy piercing the sky and slamming into the star map formed by the Hetu Luoshu.
Seeing that everyone was moving, Haotian no longer hesitated.
"Heavenly generals, assist me in seizing the Purple Qi!"
The Haotian Mirror hangs high, and the golden light of the Emperor's Way shines in all directions.
At this moment, all factions in the primordial world finally engaged in a complete and chaotic battle.
A sage intervened.
The quasi-saint fought desperately.
Heavenly soldiers and generals arrayed themselves and charged into battle.
The starlight of the demon race blotted out the sky.
The blood and energy of the Wu tribe shook the earth.
The place where the purple aura was located instantly transformed into the most terrifying battlefield in the world.
However, the Three Pure Ones did not panic.
The Supreme Lord finally raised his hand.
The Tai Chi symbol unfolds.
The golden bridge spans the void, suppressing earth, water, fire, and wind.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation, which had been sluggish due to the Chaos Bell, instantly stabilized.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable offered up the Pangu Banner.
As the banner moved, chaotic sword energy swept out.
Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu was forcefully repelled.
Donghuang Taiyi's gaze sharpened, and the Chaos Bell rang again.
However, under the suppression of the Taiji Diagram Golden Bridge, the power of the Chaos Bell was greatly reduced.
Tongtian stood in the center of the Zhuxian Sword Formation and laughed loudly.
"Well done!"
"I'd like to see who can snatch something from the Three Pure Ones today!"
The four swords of Zhuxian were unleashed simultaneously.
The sword light split into billions.